A black man looking for a white girl to party with some friends

When the dark tinted windows (of the black, shiny hummer) rolled down Bria heard loud rap music while a bone-rattling bass flowed from the vehicle. A beefy black face leaned toward her, it's leer revealing a gold tooth to go with the diamond in his ear.

"Oh baby!" the man exclaimed, though it was hard to hear him over the music. "Please tell me you're looking to party. Me and my bros are looking to get down with some fine white pussy tonight!"

"You're what? I couldn't hear anything past 'down'," Bria said loudly.

The man laughed, picked up a remote and turned down the volume, though the bass seemed to still throb through her body. It called up echoes of past parties and seemed to go straight to her uncovered crotch, making her squeeze her thighs together.

"I said we want to party with a gorgeous white girl like you. You in?"

"Um," Bria bit her lip, squirming a little. Getting in a car with a black guy and his friends could be dangerous, but on the other hand the car looked expensive and parties in Hollywood could lead to all sorts of good leads. Besides, the bass was kind of turning her on.